| why do I try. |
[Feb. 13th, 2004|08:45 pm] |
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| | Tori Amos "Playboy Mommy" | ] |
I think my whole day can be summed up in a little "what the hell". I was happy that I woke up with no hangover whatsoever, and I went to class, and actually enjoyed a lecture on Hellenistic Art. After getting to my car I realized that I was really hungry and needed to get some fresh, good food. I ended up getting my paycheck which was very meager, and ventured off to get some Japanese food at Totoro.
I wouldn't have thought of eating out today, except for the fact that my roomates left the kitchen atrocious last night and evidentially expected me to clean it up. "Hey, guess who's not a den-mother?" I left this really pleasant note that said. "Can someone please clean the dishes and wipe down the counter? Thank You, Jessica" So I was hoping that I'd get a little lunch and then come back to a clean apartment.
I arrived at Totoro, and I was suprised that I was one of 2 tables. The waitress was really salty to me, because I didn't fill out my sushi order sheet correctly. "I was like I only want one egg nigiri." and she's like "I'LL DO IT FOR YOU *SIGH*" and then all of the waiters were speaking in Japanese and looking my way, I had this huge suspicion that they were talking about me. Thats' what I hate about being one of the only diners in a restaurant is that I feel like they are always watching me put food in my mouth, because they are standing around and have nothing else to do.
The second "fun" thing about Totoro was that the only other dining people there were Indiana Jones and his middle age "ladyfriend". Mind you, Indiana Jones didn't really look like Indiana Jones, he could only aspire to have such a hat and jacket.
He kept talking about metaphysical things and martial arts, and this lady was sitting on the edge of her seat about to cream her jeans. She kept gasping as though he had lead her to "the light" or something. The worst part about the whole situation was that Indy kept talking like he was the Second Samurai, and he was sitting in a Japanese restaraunt. How tacky is that? He kept talking really slowly like he was trying to teach her lessons from the ART OF WAR. And she's saying things like
"Ohhhhh, you're so wonderful, you really make sense to me......why, you should have your own radio show, they would love you!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhh that's what Pratha is! I never knew what that slight jerk of energy was when I was bending into Child Pose!"
This is what I was listening to the whole time that I was eating. And he had his goddamn Aussie hat the whole time he was eating. She was so pathetic that she was hanging on to the words of this guy like the second coming of Christ, not even questioning the validity. Maybe this is what happens when you're an ex-hippie and haven't had any for fifteen years. People like Indiana Jones look really hot to you I guess. There's so many middle aged guys like this in Ann Arbor it makes me want to puke. After the divorce, they somehow, develop a strong sense of Chi, and go crazy.
It reminded me kind of like that Ian guy on High Fidelity that Laura has a rebound affair with. "His name was Ian, he smelled like Patchuli, and listened to what ever world music was trendy that month".
Okay, so after I leave that place I'm crossing the street, and I notice that there is this iced over bank of snow between the meters and the curb. There was no good way to gracefully cross ( unless I had used the crosswalk like I was supposed to) but, no I like to J-walk in unparticular places. So because I have knees for feet, I lost my balance and totally wiped out on the sidewalk on my knees. This lady yells "OH MY GOD!!!!" and her husband is like "ARE YOU OKAY, ARE YOU OKAY?!" I felt like I was getting CPR for scraping my knees. I didn't hurt myself, I just felt like a big loser.
So out of my lunch trip I gained:
1) The black sheep of Totoro restaraunt
2) The witness of some weird hippie hoochie cootchie
3) 8 dollars less in my wallet
4 ) Humiliation
5) A nice new pair of jeans worn in the knees
Then, I got home to my apartment at about 4 and guess what? Fish and Barb are still sleeping and no dishes done!!! Wow, glad you know where your priorities are. So because I was at that point depressed, I decided to take a nap, and hope that when I woke up everything would be cleaned up. Instead, Barb and Fish just left, and didn't do anything. Thanks. Thanks Thanks.
So I cleaned up, and swore alot, ( there was rotting food sitting on the counter) and then decided to go to the grocery store to get some flour and margarine for some cookies, and ended up getting sassed around for writing a check over from the cashier. As nice as I was dressed, I got treated like a criminal. She was in disbelief that I lived anywhere around the area, and hesitated to let me write the check. I'm like "I've written checks for money over at Kroger many times before" she was like "IT DOESN'T MATTER" "YOU HAVE TO HAVE A LOCAL NUMBER AND ADDRESS" and then when I asked for a quarter roll for laundry, it set her over the top. She was like "I DON'T GOT 'DOS HERE, YOU HAVE TO GO TO CUSTOMER SERVICE" ( slams the cash drawer)
Anyway, I'm off to do laundry...and bake some cookies. |
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